Oh….seems like I took the liberty of throwing in a couple of minor incidentals that will probably prove to be mildly irritating.
I rarely choose to write about politics because I have a cynical and obtuse view of our “Party System” which to my mind strangles the ultimate potential of Democracy.
I am of course able to adopt this luxurious point of view precisely because Australia does permit this democratic freedom.
Parliament is no longer a venue for free and equal expression by all our elected representatives. More commonly it simply rubber stamps policies concocted by unelected power brokers, and gags contributions and debate by those members not in the ruling tribe.
As there are few major policy differences between the two contending Parties in Australia these days I have a personal voting policy of trying to kick out whichever ruling Party is in office following the completion of two terms.
I figure that after that amount of time, the majority of politicians who are in power in Canberra will probably have their comfy slippers on, sipping perk-cocktails after a solid session dining out at the Parliamentary Restaurant of Taxpayer Plenty.
Far away in mind and body from the voters who put them there.
I reason that they all need at least 3 years back in the political wilderness so they can become re-acquainted with the real world.
The exception to my policy is this man who represents my huge electorate of Kennedy. An area of half a million square kilometres, or two and a half times the size of the State of Victoria.
Mind you, if he ever tries to rest on his laurels I’ll
turf vote him out on his arse too.
Katter is a one of rare breed……an Independent who had the political courage and conviction to separate himself from a non-performing Party which was paying only lip service to his rural people.
He is often scathingly referred to by Australia’s urban-obsessed media as “the maverick politician”.
My first introduction to his unique politicianship occurred when I was parked outside Inga’s Primary School twenty years ago .
A large friendly hand materialised through the open window of my truck, followed by an Akubra bushman’s hat and a genuinely smiling face which introduced and inquired;
“Katter……just checking how your life is going, and if there’s anything I might be able to do to help you.”
He was not in a pre-poll electioneering mode at the time.
This is just the way he operates to take the pulse of his electorate.
Katter occasionally puts out bait to attract the attention of the popular press which gobbles it all up, and then takes delight in implying that he is a dumb country yokel…… often conveniently overlooking the position of his tongue in cheek.
He once provided a media feeding frenzy by suggesting that a Rio style statue of Jesus Christ should be constructed on top of the mountain behind GOF’s Place to attract religious tourism.
Despite obscene amounts of cash being thrown up against him at election time by the major political parties we, his constituents, continue to re-elect him, because in an era when politicians promise the world during campaigning, then become hammered into puppet-like silent submission by the Party machinery after election, he stands tall.
Even though his tireless battles on behalf of Australia’s ailing rural sector might be old-fashioned, and ultimately futile and unsuccessful, we should celebrate a political system that has a place for larger-than-life Independent characters like Bob Katter.
I would like to think that “democracy” might have originally been conceived to operate with a Parliament comprised entirely of Independent “Bob Katters”.
It probably then took somewhere around five minutes before the first opportunistic power hungry politician dreamed up the concept of a “Gang of Like-mindedness” to disrupt that noble objective.
Today, the reward of Government is bestowed upon those individuals who, to greater or lesser degrees, have traded principle for popularity.
Ed; GOF rapidly decamped from the scene of this misdemeanor
and went into hiding somewhere down in the scrub.
You’ll probably find him disguised as a sitting duck
on a rock beside his pond of non-political tranquillity.
Go get ‘im.
GOF HUNTING SEASON ENDS AT MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY.